"Leave me alone!" I sob hysterically.

But it won't go away. It just sits there, looking at me with those cold, emotionless eyes. All I want is for it to just go away.

It stays, continuing to look on with those cold eyes, so dull and wide that I can see myself in them.

I try to back into a corner, but fall. Just like I always do.

Shaking uncontrollably, I start screaming, hoping it will finally listen to my pleas and just leave. Yet, it doesn't. It just continues to sit there and stare.

Panicking, I fell around the small, dim, closet-like room for a door, a window, anything.

Yet, nothing. Just like those eyes.

Shrinking to my knees, I start rocking myself in a feeble attempt to block out the horrifying image before me.

You'd think if I just closed my eyes…It would be gone.

No. The image is still there, as clear as if I was staring straight at it.

Which I have no other choice but to do.

Maybe….maybe, I'll die soon. Free from the image that will continue to plague me if I stay here any longer.

So, I stand up shakily, walk over to the body of my own child, and tear my knife out of its chest, transferring it to my own.

And as I lay there, dying, I close my eyes, breathing my final breath.

I still see the eyes.

A/N: A little morbid, huh? Lol…I've been in an angsty writing-mood lately. I think I'm going to write something funny now. :D

PS: Like the title? xD